After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 52

Cooking was never my forte. My culinary repertoire consisted of exactly one dish: carbonara. Simple enough to be foolproof - or so I'd always thought.

Yet today, each attempt was an abject failure. Overcooked pasta, curdled sauce - as if the kitchen itself was rejecting my efforts.

I ate each failed attempt myself.

The clock ticked mercilessly as I mentally counted down.

I imagined Luke would arrive, we'd have his birthday dinner, and then I'd vanish from his life. Like waiting for an execution.

But he never showed.

Instead, came a phone call dripping with transparent deceit. "Mandy cut her finger while cooking," he said with exaggerated concern, "had to take her to the ER. Don't wait up."

The casual cruelty of his lies was almost comical in its absurdity.

media, my alternate account revealed the truth: a fresh post showing them celebrating, wrapped around each other before an

impatient

forced evenness into my tone. "It's fine, don't worry about it." Another lie to add

post from my burner account, then dumped the carbonara into the trash -

another completed chapter in Luke's story. Fine. I'd release him from his obligation. He'd

the hallway, marking the

I compiled everything - the late-night messages, intimate photos blatant

it where our mutual friends

I was leaving, they wouldn't get to rewrite

one final text: "Happy birthday. Goodbye

didn't formally

truly been his girlfriend - just

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brushed aside without a second

exploded with notifications, his